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Wednesday, July 16, 2008 12:19 AM
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it really doesn't feel good when you can aced in accounting,
and knowing that you just flunk a test, with 3/4 of the paper filled with mistake.

it really doesn't feel good when you were depressed of your flunked test,
and your friends din't want to go for meeting initially, without telling you.

it doesn't feel good when you were so depressed after a day of upset-ness,
and you realise that you have another service to go tmr.

it all doesn't feel good.
but girls, i'm glad that you all came.
i'm really happy to see that you all came for the meeting.

yes, i was on the verge of tears.
but i held it back.
thank goodness, i survived programme meeting.

wish my luck for tmr ssm, WITH FUCKING FIGURES AGAIN.
i swear i this point of time, i hate money, i hate figures.

you're making me believe, not again.
i'm tired of your mind games.

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try bribing her with
ice cream! (:

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